While inside the book bag, you see that it's filled with all sorts textbooks and notebooks and school supplies. Wanting to seek protection from the looming textbooks waiting to crush you, you seek solace in a small pencil box. After laying in there like a coffin, you decide to make the most of your situation and laid your head on a block eraser and fall asleep.
The fates wouldn't let you sleep peacefully, though. When you woke up, you were laying on the floor of the principal's office. However, you weren't quite yourself... you felt like you were being controlled by something, as if you were on some sort of autopilot or something. You took a quick glance downwards and you noticed that you really weren't yourself. You had girl parts! This blows that dream where you were running around the school naked out of the water! However, before you could think anymore about the subject, you were picked up by smooth fingers, only to look into the face of Ms. Ducasse! "She's awake, Valerie!"
"It's about time! Why didn't you just stomp her while you could?"
"Because, it's much more fun to see her reaction while she's awake. She wouldn't squirm a lot if she were still unconscious, would she?"
"I thought that was the whole point..."
"Anyways, you did a really good job at keeping that boy away from me Miranda. I should congratulate you. Was it really worth it?"
Your voice wavered as you said in Miranda's voice, "I couldn't let you hurt him. What you're doing is wrong, and you know it."
Ms. Ducasse laughed. "Oh, I know that it's wrong, but that hasn't stopped me! What's really wrong is that that bumbling buffoon is principal of this cesspool, while I spent six years on getting a Master's degree in physics just to teach bratty bimbos how to tie their own shoes! You see, she got that way purely because she was lucky, and a favorite of the superintendent, while I slaved away in college for six long years! In other words, life's not fair. Why don't you think about that as you wither away in my stomach acids?" With that, Ms. Ducasse opened her mouth and extended her tongue. You started sobbing and pleading and begging for your life, but she was still dangling you over her open mouth, eager to drop you in.
"It's still a shame that we can't get that boy. He's going to be a real thorn in your side until we find him." Valerie said, thinking aloud.
"Our side, Valerie. OUR side! You're in this too, you know. As for the boy, that's water under the bridge. It's too late to do anything about it now. Now both of you, shut up. Miranda here, is about to learn a biology lesson she'll never forget!"
You close your eyes and prepare for the worst. Instead of being coated in saliva or your body being ripped in half, you hear Valerie yell, "Wait!"
"What now?"
"I just came up with an idea to get that boy!"
Ms. Ducasse stopped dangling you over her mouth and started paying attention to Valerie. "I'm listening."
"Well, you know that boys can't resist saving the beautiful maiden, right?"
Ms. Ducasse had a look of disbelief. "You've been reading too many fairy tales lately, haven't you?"
"No, really. He'll be looking for a way to save her, or at the very least, avenge her death. Well, what if we used her as bait to lure him back here! We'll have both our witnesses and we'll have no one left to stop us."
Ms. Ducasse was pondering the idea. "Fine." She said, and tossed you to Valerie. "Keep her in your office. You've got until Friday for him to show up. After that, I want her either in your gut, or in the carpet! Ms. Ducasse then walked out of the room while Valerie has a hint of uneasiness in her face and covered you up with her other hand as the world faded into darkness.
You wake up back in the pencil box. There must have been a reason for you have gotten this dream. Most importantly, Miranda was still alive! But only until Friday. You tried to remember what day it was, and you remembered that today was Tuesday. After today, that gives you only three days for you to find Miranda and get back to normal size! Before you can start planning, the box floods with light, and a girl shrieks in terror.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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